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Monday, November 30, 2015

Cateline Lyon has never forgotten the boy she gave her heart to. When they have a chance to reconnect she takes the opportunity. No matter the challenges that may come from his fame, she won’t let him get away again.

Shade Benson always turns to music for comfort. It's his way of expressing the emotions he never could talk about. Having Cateline back in his life, crazy though it may be, he feels the beginnings of a song lighting up his soul. All for her.

EXCERPT:
When he lowered his face toward hers, Cat grabbed onto his waist until she found the belt loops, and could hook her fingers through them. She had a feeling she was going to need an anchor. His lips brushed gently to hers, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Letting it out in a rush, she barely had time to suck in another lungful before he took her mouth.

Moaning, she let her lids drift down. One hand at a time, she moved them to hook around his neck until she was practically hanging off him. Not that he apparently minded if the growl he let loose was anything to go by. His hands tightened on her ass, and then he lifted. Knowing what he wanted, Cat jumped to wrap her legs around his waist.

Shade began to move, but wherever he was taking her, she didn’t care. Winding her arms around his neck, she broke the kiss to suck in some air. It was only a moment he gave her before taking her mouth again as he hit the stairs.

Cat rocked her hips against him and the seam at her crotch rubbed to his prominent erection. When Shade tore his mouth from hers to curse, Cateline pressed her mouth to his neck and grinned. She gave the tendon in his neck a little bite, and ground against his cock again.

Another curse sounded he stumbled up the last couple steps. She soon found her back pressed to the wall with his body pressing tighter to hers. Cat pushed her hands into his hair, and lifted her face to kiss him again. “Shade,” she said. Then she let out a moan against his mouth. “Need you, now.”

He must have agreed because his hands landed on her ass, and she felt them moving again. Tightening her hold on his hair, Cateline brushed kisses all over his face. The door slamming shut warned her they were finally in his bedroom. Which meant the bed was close.

Something she soon found herself bouncing on with a shriek when he tossed her. Pressing her hand to the mattress, she sat up quickly to face him. Whatever she’d been about to say was lost when her brain scrambled upon seeing him starting to strip down.

Her mouth actually went dry when he pulled the shirt over his head to bare his torso. She’d laid against that chest last night, but hadn’t seen it. This morning she sadly hadn’t been paying attention. Scrambling for the edge, Cat knelt down as close as she could get and pressed her hands to his skin. Her fingers brushed over the tattoo on his chest. Sucking in a sharp breath, she felt tears welling up at the tiny furry kitten curled up wearing a collar bearing her name on the tag.

“Shade.” Somehow she managed to force his name out around the emotional lump residing in her throat.
His hand came down over hers to flatten her palm to his flesh.

“First one I put on my skin, Cat. The only one that holds more meaning than I could ever express.”

AUTHOR BIO:
Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, and only has a few select criteria that have to be in each of her books. A great story, steamy romance, and a HEA ending. The sub-genre isn’t as important to her as making whatever she writes feel real, and in the moment to her readers.
To that end she insists her characters be as real as everyday folks, even if they are blessed with a little fictional fairy dust to make them anyone’s personal fantasy. They must have faults, they must have a weakness, and they must have soul. To that end she writes her characters with a mixture of traits – a dash from herself, and something borrowed from a friend. This way the character is as perfectly imperfect as any other person on the planet.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Thank you for
having me today and sharing my new release with your readers! Insurmountable, an
erotic suspense, releases November 23, 2015 from Evernight Publishing.

Blurb:

Kidnapped because of her
father’s wrongdoings, Bianca Fontaine is interrogated for any hint of his
whereabouts by a man she has no reason to be drawn to. Who falls for their
kidnapper? Especially an arrogant, hard man who is bound by duty—with those
intriguing soft and caring qualities he hates to show. She’s learned the truth
about her mother’s disappearance and her reality is suspect, except for the one
constant—Ellis Valiant.

Ellis Valiant is indeed a
hard man, but he’s already destroyed Bianca’s world and could make it worse if
he doesn’t send her away. But when he finds her exploring her submissive side
in the sex club fronting for his organization, his noble efforts fall by the wayside
and he steps up as her Dom. Except Ellis harbors a secret, an insurmountable
one, and Bianca will surely hate him when it comes to light.

Pushing
her into the back seat of the closest SUV, his big hand on the crown of her
head, between it and the door frame, invader number one climbed in beside her.
The man who said she was worthless as a hostage got in behind the wheel.
Scrambling across the leather surface, Bianca huddled against the door,
wondering if she might throw herself out and make a run for it. But where?
There was no ally in the traitor Mrs. Doucette and they’d probably shoot Max in
retaliation. She prayed the housekeeper would care for her dog as she promised.
The older woman had never been anything but kind to him, but then she’d been
kind to Bianca too. Bianca chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe her father
would get Max back when he ransomed or came for her. She had to hold onto some
kind of hope of rescue, maybe before things happened to her. Anybody with money
at her schools was versed in possible kidnappings, and the lurid tales left a
vile taste in the back of her throat.

The
man beside her pulled off his hood, running his fingers through flattened hair.
Bianca stared. She knew she was staring, but was incapable of doing anything
about it. It was like looking at a carefully sculpted face of a Roman god. High
cheekbones, deeply set golden eyes framed by a thicket of black lashes under
dark brows, incongruous with the thick blond hair curling to his collar, and a
chiseled set of lips. The door shut, plunging the vehicle into relative
darkness as its light extinguished and deprived her of that rock star visage.
Of a killer.

“Fuck,
man. You let her see your face!”

His
deep voice retorted, “It’s not like Fontaine doesn’t know who crashed his
party, Dave.”

Over
the grind of the ignition she heard the driver mutter, “And it’s not like she’s
ever going home.” A shadow of fabric passed in front of the muted lights from
the dash instruments for a moment as he too pulled off his mask, tossing it
aside. Her chances of surviving this just narrowed from fifty to zero percent,
and she desperately needed to pee.

They
drove in silence, the other vehicles falling in behind to form a convoy as they
bumped through the ruined gates and gained the main road. Aside from their
initial comments, neither man spoke, and she too remained silent. Her thoughts
clamored to be heard but she couldn’t put them in any real semblance of order.
Kidnapped. Check. They were going to
make her talk about her father. Check.
They planned to try to ransom her. Check.
Except they didn’t think that would prove fruitful. Wouldn’t her father move
heaven and earth to get her back? Except he wasn’t a family-first kind of guy …
she didn’t want to understand the inference but accepted it was huge.
Nightmare. Check. She concentrated on
her breathing and drew on her reserves when she really wanted to scream the
roof down.

“What’s
with her, Ellis?” The driver finally spoke up. “She hasn’t said boo since she
gave up the old man. Must be her father’s daughter, eh?”

Feeling
his eyes boring into her, she turned inward. Ellis. An unusual name. Had she heard it before?

“Plenty
of time to talk later, Dave. You hear of shock?” Ellis spoke quietly.

“Maybe,”
answered Dave. “Most women would be crying and carrying on though. Can’t say I
don’t like her reaction. Easier to put up with. Although there’s a ball gag in
the dash.”

Ball
gag? She bit her lip and swallowed convulsively, an action so awkward it hurt
her throat.

“You
plotting, Bianca?”

Despite
herself, she jerked when Ellis used her name. Had she really thought they
wouldn’t know it? Especially when they seemed well apprised of other things
involving her father. A thought right out of the blue struck her with the same
impact as a blow to the face might. Did they know where her mother was?

“I
expect an answer, little one.” The velvety threat wove through his voice.

She
shook her head, not trusting her voice. His hand grasped her upper arm and
dragged her closer. His scent overwhelmed her, leather, gun oil and male.
“Answer me. Are you plotting?”

“No,”
she whispered. She stared into his face, the flood of lighting from the other
cars’ headlights giving him a faintly demonic look. Had Mike seen that look in
his eyes before this Ellis struck him down?

He
released her with a slight smile. “Good. Then I’ll leave you to it. If you try
to escape you’ll be punished.”

Easing back,
building distance between them, Bianca tried to get her shakes under control.
So far he hadn’t hurt her, despite his obvious ability to do so. She decided
not to think about what this Ellis meant by punishment, and instead considered
what might lay ahead if she cooperated. They seemed professional, like her
father’s bodyguards, although surely Mike had taken a stupid risk—and paid for
it. She didn’t particularly care for the man, but now tears pricked. His
sacrifice had been for naught. She could hope they would treat her like a
valuable commodity—until she wasn’t.

Excerpt:

Her
head felt packed with puffed cotton and there was a definite thump in her
temples. Bianca tried to swallow and the dryness made her grimace. She managed
to get her right hand to obey her and cautiously reached to touch her head. It
was present and accounted for, and the headache ratcheted up to a drumroll.
Lord, she felt horrible and thought she might be sick. As she struggled to rise
up on one elbow, the pinch of soreness made her wince, and a few things came
back in one breath stealing surge.

“Here.”
Ellis’s voice intruded and he leaned in to where she could see him through
barely cracked eyelids. He had a glass of water in his hand and her body cried
out for the moisture. Then she wondered what else was in it and held back,
closing her mouth tightly.

“It’s
only water.” He took a sip and offered it again, but she wasn’t touching
anything anyone here offered. Ellis stared impassively.

With
a start, she remembered the restraints, and realized she was no longer held in
place. With nothing to prevent it, she rolled sluggishly away from him, and
slipped off the bed, nearly falling, but somehow braced her weight against the
mattress. She watched him warily, and aside from the straight line his mouth
drew, he remained impassive.

Setting
the glass down, he motioned to it and some towels on the nightstand. “I thought
you’d want to wipe your face and quench your thirst when you … woke.”

Ah,
more euphemisms. She felt her upper lip lift in a sneer and hoped Ellis marked
it. Thoughts whirled through her head and she couldn’t grab onto one of them.
She then judged the distance to the bathroom and wondered if her wobbly legs would
get her there before Ellis intercepted her.

As
if reading her mind, he stood. “You’ll be on your ass and I’m not letting you
hurt yourself.”

A
burble of incongruous laughter erupted from her belly and she tasted bile as
she backed away. “You’re such a joke.”

Ellis was on her, that something unfamiliar
now flashing across his face, and he scooped her up, déjà vu, only hustled her
straight to the toilet. On her knees, Bianca retched, but miraculously
everything settled without humiliating her further, and she dragged herself up
with Ellis’s help. The chill of the porcelain bowl helped her focus.

“Stubborn
wench.”

Flipping
the lid down, he sat her on it with a thump, telling her to lean back. He
grabbed a towel and wet one end of it. She accepted it and covered her face,
willing him to leave. How had she ever thought to best this man at anything? Or
shame him, for that matter, in appealing to his conscience. He was made of
granite, now any need for the soft sell was over. It might be the aftereffects
of the truth drugs, but she once again felt like a child. She knew he was still
standing there. She could feel him and smell him, that scent she was beginning
to associate with Ellis, like she was his dog or something. A bizarre vision of
her in a collar, panting at his feet,

“You
need a shower.”

Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. She
longed to say that out loud but it might unlock the tenuous hold she had on all
the things yearning to spill out—and peel the flesh from Ellis’s very bones.
Like that would ever happen. So she bit her tongue, because she’d already
called him a joke. Enough said.

“Save
me from pretentious twits.” She heard him murmur it, as though he’d gritted his
teeth.

A startled yelp escaped as Ellis took two
strides and ripped her shirt open. Buttons popped free and pinged off the
sparkling surfaces. One ricocheted off her forehead and she blinked. So not
like the romance books. Gah, what was in
those drugs?

“Get
your jeans off unless you want me to do it.”

Scrabbling
to pull the sides of her shirt together over her chest, she watched as he
worked the taps, opening them wide and adjusting the spray of the shower until
he appeared satisfied. The way his brows drew together when he turned to see
her still fully dressed made her shiver. She loosened her grip on her shirt and
fumbled with the snap on her jeans. It refused to give and her heart leapt into
her throat when Ellis, with an impatient grunt, pushed her hands aside and
freed it without any problem, tugging the zipper down.

“Up.”

She
giggled this time, unable to contain the sound, and felt her eyes go wide at
the incongruous sound. Sit. Stay. Down. Good doggie. She managed to stand, once
again with help, and Ellis dragged her jeans to her ankles.

“You’re
still impaired.”

Thank you, Mr. Observant. Maybe she said
that out loud, because he stiffened. But when she dared a look, he was staring
at her … panties. His head almost immediately tilted up and he met her gaze.
She heard him mutter something about stupidity, and tried to muster up some indignation,
but her head throbbed harder and she felt terrible.

Thinking
he was trying to hug her, she put her hands between them to push him back, and
felt him snap open her bra. She pressed her hands back against the cups and
protested. “Don’t.”

“So
you’ll talk if your clothes come off. Well, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.
There’s nothing left for you to say.” Smirking, Ellis tugged her toward the
shower and pushed her inside. “Do you need help?”

“No.”
Killing was too good for him. He needed to suffer, and she hoped she found an
opportunity to inflict it on him.

Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada
with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across
Canada and has
seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written
for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and
the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After
reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at
penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is
satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve.
Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

Hi, I’m Elena Kincaid. I write MF and MFM Paranormal and Contemporary
Erotic Romance. Two of my books, UNSHATTERED (Silver Cliff #1) and Three
Made in Heaven (Made in Heaven #1) were recently featured in the
SINsational Sirens Showcase, a five day Facebook event. I’d like to talk
about what I have planned next for these two series. And both books along with my newest release were featured in the Damn, That's Hot Erotica 3Facebook event and will be featured in the upcoming Damn, That's Hot Erotica 4 event and the mini Juicy event December 4th.

A little about me: I was born in
Ukraine and raised in New York where I live with my daughter. I have a
BFA in Creative writing and I’m also a graphic designer. I started
reading and writing at an early age, but even before I learned to read
and write down the things that came out of my imagination, I would tell
them to my family and friends and entertain them. There may have been
other things I wanted to do when I “grew up,” but they were all in
conjunction with writing. I knew I always wanted to be a writer and feel
so fortunate that I get tot be doing that now. I hope to continue
putting out stories that hopefully people will want to read and enjoy.http://elenakincaid.blogspot.com/

I am currently finishing up with book two in the Made in Heaven series,
titled Ocean’s Three. Both books can be read as standalones, however
Ocean’s Three delves further into the mythology of the psychic/soul mate
connection. Get ready to set sail on a two-week Mediterranean cruise in
this one. Fun fact: I actually wrote a portion of this story while I
was on a cruise myself. It was so inspiring sitting down with the ocean
on one side and a pool on the other sipping coffee and typing away.
Another fun fact: I held a contest to name a B*tchy character in this
story and came out with two winners actually. Hey, she had to have a
friend, right? Watch out for Carlota and Missy. I’d like to have a third
book in the series sometime in the future as well. There is definitely
more I want to explore.

UNDAMAGED (Silver Cliff #2) will pick up
after UNSHATTERED and will be Ruby and Wyatt’s story. I give a few
teasers about them in book one. Book 3 will be Carla's story. Be
prepared to see an altered Carla in this one. I've been toying with a
possible 4th book in the series. It would be Bradley's story. He was
introduced in Anna's story, but briefly. We'll be seeing more of him in
the next 2 books since he's Ruby and Carla's older brother. Also, he'll
be the last of the unmated Kents among the siblings/cousins. See what I
did there. wink emoticon But no, it will not be called UNMATED as the object is to get him MATED in the end.

I have two other series I am working on besides these as a well as a
few standalones. My brain refuses to shut off, so I need to get all
these stories out, therefore will be bouncing around. Follow me on
Goodreads and my blog for all of my latest updates and release dates. Here’s a little more about Three Made in Heaven (Made in Heaven #1)
Blurb: Maddie Sutton always felt something missing until the day she
met Charlie and Cole. What started out as a childhood friendship slowly
developed into an all-consuming love. Her biggest problem is that she
can only see them in her dreams. Maddie realizes that to lead a normal
life, she would have to let them go. After all, they’re only a
fantasy…or are they? Charlie Gilbert and Cole Mercer are both
very real. For years they have loved and pined for Maddie, meeting up in
dreams set in different locales. Afraid of making her choose between
them, they keep their feelings hidden until finally realizing that the
three of them belong together. How can they convince Maddie if she
doubts their existence? When Charlie starts to doubt, Cole springs into
action and brings them all together. Now that they have found
each other, they vow to never let go, but when an unknown danger looms
over Maddie, Charlie and Cole will do anything to protect her, even if
it means risking their own lives. See the trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mhtw2qwELAA Read an excerpt: http://www.bookstrand.com/three-made-in-heaven Buy links: http://www.bookstrand.com/three-made-in-heavenhttp://www.amazon.com/Three-Heaven-Siren-Publ…/…/ref=sr_1_1…http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-made-in-h…/1115458104…https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/three-made-in-heaven

Here’s a little more about UNSHATTERED (Silver Cliff #1)
Blurb: After Anna James loses nearly everyone she loves and is betrayed
by those she trusted, she sets out in search of a place that would
bring her peace. She knew she had found it when she arrived in a sleepy
little town called Silver Cliff and she vows to never trust anyone with
her heart again, especially a man she fears would not only break her
heart, he'd incinerate it.

Nathan
Kent has dealt with his own heartache and demons from getting off the
path he was meant to be on. He decides to return to his home town to
rebuild his life and the last thing he needs is to fall in love with a
snarky girl who keeps her past under lock and key. He realizes quickly,
though, that she is girl worth risking it all for and vows to make her
his. Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on top of flaming
bonfires. But Anna can't help wonder if she and Nathan are strong enough
to survive a past that keeps resurfacing or if fate will keep
shattering the world around her.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Thank you for having me on your blog today! I appreciate the opportunity to introduce myself to your readers and talk about my new release, Double Down! Double Down is the first title in my Ozark Magic series. In the first book, you will meet many of the interesting characters that live in the lake resort town of Magic, Missouri. Magic is full of love, adventure, super hot guys, and the occasional murder…

Double Down (Ozark Magic, #1)

Izzy Craig might live in a town called Magic, but her life is anything but. After nursing her beloved grandfather, he has passed away, leaving her to manage a busy lake resort and an unrequited crush on the town’s sheriff, Graham Nolan. Things start to look up when Graham’s estranged brother Chris comes to town. If she can’t have one handsome Nolan man, maybe his twin will do.

Graham’s feelings for Izzy have always been complicated . . . and intense. When he realizes that his brother has encroached on his territory, he’s not sure if he can deal. They’ve tried sharing a woman before, and that ended in heartache for everyone. But when Izzy’s sketchy uncle enters the picture, Graham’s cop senses go on high alert. He may very well have to trust his brother, Izzy, and himself, if he wants to keep the woman he loves safe.

Her soft lips pressed against his mouth, causing Graham’s eyes to widen in surprise. He’d sensed her unease, so her sudden aggressiveness took him aback for a moment. She wanted them? Was that what she was saying with this kiss?

Stepping forward, Izzy pressed her body against his and he groaned at the feel of her firm breasts pressed against his chest. When her tongue hesitantly probed through his parted lips, he would have lost control if it weren’t for Chris standing behind her dramatically clearing his throat.

Grasping her shoulders, it took every ounce of strength in Graham to push Izzy away and plant her back on her feet. Her lips were slightly swollen, and her blue eyes had darkened. Before he could catch his breath to speak, a stunned look crossed her pretty face.

“I – I’m sorry. You said this wasn’t the right time. Obviously you don’t want to – I – I shouldn’t have. . .” She trailed off, trying to step away, but both of them reached for her at the same time. Dammit, he hadn’t meant to upset her.

Looking to his brother for help, Graham was relieved when Chris leaned into Izzy without hesitation, easing her worry.

“You have to tell us, baby,” Chris murmured against her ear. “Trust me, we want nothing more than to kiss your pretty lips until your head swims, but you have to tell us what you want first.”

“I don’t want to guess wrong,” Graham agreed, reaching for her hand and entwining his fingers with hers. “It would be easy for us to just take you, toss you on the bed, make you come over and over.” He stepped closer to her as her eyes started to glaze at that statement. “And maybe that’s what you want. Us taking you without you having to actually make the decision.” He brushed her swollen lips with the pad of his finger. “But it doesn’t work that way, sweetheart. You have to tell us what you want.”

“But – but – I thought you liked to dominate.” Damn, that low, breathy voice did things to him.

He had to bite back a groan. The thought of dominating Izzy, tying her up, spanking that pretty round ass caused him to harden to the point of pain. “Baby, I need to know that you want us – together – as much as we want you. We need your consent, Iz. And once you do consent, you should know that we won’t go easy on you.”

Her jaw dropped open a bit as her eyes dilated, and Graham grinned as she tried to figure out what he meant. Behind her, Chris gave him a sly smile.

“I – I —” she stammered, and then bit her lip and took a shaky breath.

“Deep breath, sweetheart,” Chris crooned, his lips finding her ear again. Graham shot him a warning look. If he didn’t quit kissing her, she wasn’t going to be able to form a thought, much less words.

"I – I want you.” Her breathy voice was barely audible, and he stepped close enough to press himself against her, sandwiching her in between himself and Chris.

Taking another long shaky breath, she tried again. “I want both of you – to – to make love to me.” The way her milky skin flushed led Graham to believe that she’d never actually said that to a man before, never asked for what she wanted.

Her words empowered him. She wanted them. She was theirs. He leaned forward to take her lips, cupping her face in his large hands so he could tilt her head how he wanted. His tongue traced the line of her lips until they parted, allowing him access. He swallowed her light whimper as his tongue delved deeper. And she kissed him back. Oh how she kissed him back. When her hands clutched at his arms, he eased back, gently nipping her bottom lip.

“Chris,” Graham spoke to his brother without looking away from Izzy. “Undress her. I want her naked.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she jerked her head back to look at Chris who smiled wickedly. “With pleasure.”

As Graham backed up to allow his brother room, Chris walked around to stand in front of Izzy. He jokingly rolled his eyes at Graham. “He can be a little bossy,” he said to her with a wink.

Graham watched as his brother ran his hands lightly down her arms, before lifting her arms over her head. He quickly stripped off her black blouse before tugging off the khaki pants she wore.

When Chris stepped back, he darted a glance at his twin, and Graham could see that his eyes were as molten as he felt inside.

Izzy stood before both of them in only her black bra and panties, looking from one man to the other as their steel gazes swept up and down her body, ravenously consuming every inch of her.

When a shiver went through her, Graham reached out to envelop her in his arms. “Are we making you nervous, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, a little smile playing at her mouth.

Chris reached out, needing to touch her, and Graham passed her off to his brother. “Are you sure? I know we can be a little overwhelming.”

“I’m sure,” she said, smiling at their concern. “Very sure. I need you. Both of you. I want you both so much, so badly. I just . . .” She stumbled. “I um —”

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” Graham asked. When her gaze slid away, he lifted her chin up. “Look at me, Iz. What’s wrong? You need to be honest with us or I will smack that pretty ass right now.”

The brief flaring of her eyes told Graham she would enjoy a spanking, his hand pounding her ass. Now, there was some fun they could have later.

About N.J. Young

N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing.

Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels.

N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Libby
Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic author. She also writes dark
fantasy/horror under the name October Weeks.

She
loves reading, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven
and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She has one fat,
fluffy, cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is :)

Book
Blurb:

Medium and paranormal
investigator Arabella Pierce is sent with her crew to Kingston Cottage, a
haunted Maine seafarer’s cottage on
an isolated island, but for this investigation, her boss has stuck them with
skeptical reporter Lucas Brown. Though he’s hot as they come, Arabella can’t
trust a man whose sole job is to discredit her and the work she does. Not after
what happened with the last few skeptics…

All Lucas may want is
the truth, but that doesn’t change her feelings towards him. When the ghosts
appear, she and Lucas must work together—in tight quarters—to convince the
resident ghosts to move on before a storm strands the entire crew on the
island. Can Arabella put aside her prejudices long enough to see what the
ghosts are trying to tell her? And if she does, will she and Lucas have a shot
at a lifetime?

Book
Excerpt:

Hands
on her hips, Arabella Pierce stood scowling at her boss. “I cannot believe
you’re making me do this.”

Folger
Dade expressed nothing but patience as he leaned forward in his chair and
rested his forearms on his small mahogany desk––his normal position when the
two of them were headed into an argument. “It’s a business decision that had to
be made. I regret doing this to you on short notice, but this is how it is.”

She sat
down in the comfy blue wingback chair facing the desk. “I am a paranormal
investigator. I see dead people, for goodness sake! And you want me to deal
with this, this—”

“Reporter.
He’s a reporter for Debunker Media, and he wants to follow you on an
investigation, as part of his series of web articles on psychics and ghosts.”

“And
you thought it was a good idea to hinder me like that? Don’t you remember what
happened with the last two skeptics you had hunt with us?” The memory made her
blood boil. Skeptics weren’t meant to go on serious investigations—she’d
learned that at an early age.

Sure,
organizations like Debunker Media were necessary, to help arm the public
against frauds and cheats. Unfortunately, there were plenty of people who were not
gifted but wanted to be, as well as quite a few fraudsters out to steal
people’s money. Not to mention many individuals who enjoyed making fun of
people like her.

She
pursed her lips and sat silent as Folger sighed, pinching the bridge of his
nose. Arabella knew she was the only investigator to give him so much grief in
all his long years in the business—she was certain she was responsible for the
majority of gray hair on his head. But he put up with it from her for a reason,
and that was because she was one of his two best mediums.

He
dropped his hand and met her eyes. “It’s good press, and it’s one week
with a reporter. One week that could boost our caseload and bring in more money
so we can continue to do those cases for free. Please, don’t fight me on this
one.”

She
looked away from his light gray eyes. Revenant Investigations—based in Noble, Maine—did
all of their cases for free, getting their money instead from fundraising and
private donations. Folger worked very hard to keep it that way. He had always
been like a father to her, and she didn’t want to fight with him. Yet she
didn’t want a so-called “reporter” hampering her investigation, either.

“Does
he know the rules?” she asked, resignation in her tone.

“Yes,”
he said with a sigh, and a healthy dose of relief. “And I also informed him of
the other skeptics I’ve allowed on hunts, and what I’ll do if he gives you that
kind of grief.”

Yeah,
doesn’t make up for sending this one along. “And what
investigation are we doing? You didn’t say.”

“Kingston
Cottage.”

Arabella stared at him, shocked. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “The owners contacted me last week, and informed me they need to
sell the house as soon as possible. They want to put it on the market this
month, due to personal reasons. In order to do that they need to know what’s
inside and how to get rid of it.”

“No one has ever been allowed to investigate it…” she trailed off in awe.

Folger smiled. “Until now.”

She couldn’t help but return his smile. The feeling of a fresh,
no-one-else-has-done-it hunt was too much of a thrill to pass up. Historic
Kingston Cottage was located on a small island, all by itself, and had been
rumored to be haunted since before Arabella was born. She had seen pictures and
taken boat rides past the island, but she’d never set foot on the private
property.

“When do we have to be at the docks?” she inquired as she stood, grabbing her
coat off the back of the chair.

“Seven o’clock
tomorrow morning. Don’t be late. Dustin is taking you over. But, Arabella—” She
looked at him, knowing that tone. “It’s just going to be you, the reporter,
Nick, and Lena. I need the rest of the
crew on a different hunt.”

She paused at the door. Nick was one of their tech guys, and Lena was a
lead investigator, like Arabella. Five more investigators rounded off the team.
But the more she thought about Folger’s decision to use a small crew, the more
it made sense, especially within the limited space of the cottage. “Nick and Lena,” she
began, “do they know about the … ‘reporter’?”

Folger rolled his eyes, clearly hearing the quotation marks in her tone.

“Yes. I
asked them not to speak of it until I talked to you myself. I think that was
best, don’t you?”

Arabella chose to ignore the rolling eyes. “And the reporter?”

“He’ll be there at seven sharp as well. His name’s Lucas Brown, and he’s a serious
reporter.”

She nodded slowly, not really believing him. “I’ll check in when we get there.”

“Please do, and be sure to pack extra clothes. You know how storms brew up
suddenly here. I don’t want you all stranded without necessities. The owners
left you some food. Expect to be on the island at least three days, maybe four.
Oh, and there’s also a generator in the basement if you lose power.”

“Good to know, and it was nice of them to leave some food.”

“Yes. They’re good people.”

She found it a bit strange that the crew wasn’t going to meet the owners before
the investigation, and stranger still that she had never met them. Noble was a
small town along the central Maine
coast—it was pretty rare not to put a name to a face.

“Arabella,” Folger called as she left his office. “Try not to push him into the
bay.”

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her
doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After
dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart
and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance,
Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings.
She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla
lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather
than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive
him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his
devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d
have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for
good.

This
is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.

Katrina was halfway through an episode of
her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She jumped, gasping as her
heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the remote control. Wincing
slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom—she’d been watching
the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and she was stiff—she moved to
the window and peered out through a gap in the curtains, careful not to let the
mystery visitor see her, should she need to ignore them. Cold callers were
common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she wanted to buy something, she’d
contact them, not the other way around.

As it happened, it wasn’t a salesperson.
She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into fists.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

He was literally the last person she’d
expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George Clooney would
have been less of a shock.

For there, outside her house, stood the man
that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black. She hadn’t seen
hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue, he’d turned up.

Katrina contemplated ignoring him, going
back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But apparently that wasn’t an
option.

“I know you’re there, Katrina,” he yelled
through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can see the glow of the
telly through the curtains.”

Katrina decided it was time to get thicker
curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey neighbors would no
doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and flung it open.

“Get in,” she said, quickly closing the
door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. “What the hell do
you want?”

He held his hands up in supplication, then
spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to
see—but I have to talk to you. Please?”

They moved over to the sitting area, and
Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her.
Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands
together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.

“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right?
I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with
Alicia.”

“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched
her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he
could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had
another think coming.

“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected,
honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy
with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I
know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least
I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was
wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at
work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like
everybody else out there.”

He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and
continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me
normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy
me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I
don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”

“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”

When she gave a curt nod, he carried on
speaking.

“Alicia could make me come in all the usual
ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t as good. It
wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had together, both in
and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could, forced myself to
make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where I couldn’t do
it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I needed. And
that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with you.”

As a Domme, Katrina had become an expert in
hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry, happy, sad… it was all
stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though, she almost faltered.
When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until the door had
slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with him, and his
decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love for him hadn’t
faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now, apparently trying
to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She didn’t know whether to
laugh, cry or throw something at him.

She didn’t do any of those things. She kept
her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles
per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so,
she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew
the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after
ditching her for something, someone, that could never satisfy him.

*****

Author
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She
writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and
has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These
include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and
Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has
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